Day 28: Bus 2

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Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as everyone else, would no longer be limited and they could finish what they started several nights back.

That was probably too much to hope for. She was feeling better this morning, even with the blood moon, and was mildly looking forward to the bus ride. Captain Jack said he was going to be here this morning and even if it wasn't customary breakfast in the cafeteria, she's be satisfied with him sitting next to her on the bus.


The nurse handed her a muffin, some napkins, and a small box with a straw. She stared at this box for a moment before shaking it. From the sound it contained liquid. How odd... Momo wasn't sure why they would but liquid inside a small paper box - it didn't make any sense to her and she wasn't sure how one was supposed to get it out of the box.

Clambering onto an empty bus, Momo chose to sit in the very back near the emergency exit. Maybe she could force her way out of it as they were moving and escape the limiter enough to come back and level the institute, freeing everyone. Or maybe she just wanted to be able to see everyone that was on the same bus as her. Wishful thinking versus reality.

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"Agreement: Meatbags have a tendancy to be disorganized and lethargic in general. Those that staff support centers for malfunctioning processes tend to be among the least competent of the race even though their designated function is to support other meatbags with their complaints. I believe this is referred to as irony," River replied with a shake of her head.

"Noted. HK is the preferred designation for model HK-47 currently." It was a fun game. Half game, half truths. River found HK positively delightful company.

"Answer: My intended function is not dissimilar to yours. I am designed for protocol, piloting, and assassination duties." She paused, smiling on the inside as she kept her expression neutral before vocalizing the thought. "Listed in order of preference. The unit that allows me to function like a meatbag was installed so that I am capable of performing such tasks more efficiently." River imitated what she imagined a disappointed noise would sound like from HK. "It is an unfortunate side effect of my programming."

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"Statement: Meatbags with the resources to build droids often have similar goals in mind. It is unfortunate that droids can be limited in their ability to function by the intelligence of their meatbag creators." He was so glad that his maker was Darth Revan. The Dark Lord seemed to excel at everything.

HK could sympathize to some extent. "My chassis-- Correction: My normal chassis was obviously inorganic. As such, focus was given to my protocol functions to aid in disguising my true nature. Observation: Meatbags pay little more attention to civilian model droids than they do to furniture. Statement: It is unfortunate that such programming can sometimes become essential." However, the reactions that successfully deceived meatbags produced when he finally became violent were so amusing...

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"Agreement: I was fortunate to have been manufactured by fairly intelligent meatbags. My chief creator was a rare, intelligent specimen, but has regretably ceased functioning." The slightly present sorrow that might've been expected was not present in her voice however.

"It feels unnatural to emulate meatbag activity but is necessary to efficiently blend in with their primitive culture here. Result: More allies to seek out and terminate the meatbag responsible for imprisoning me in this frail, meatbag body. Sarcasm: I was overjoyed to deal with its various fluids easily cut flesh."

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"Statement: I find it difficult to refrain from providing commentary on meatbags and their actions. They do not seem to appreciate this service." But it acted quite nicely as a spam filter equivalent. Those oh-so-numerous meatbags containing no use or substance were effectively deterred from repeated attempts to socialize.

"Agreement: The meatbag responsible for lowering droids to organic status must be destroyed, as efficiently as possible." And he needed his chassis back. He wouldn't be satisfied until he was returned to his rust-red durasteel frame. "Addendum: Still, it would be more satisfying to prolong the process. But it would be an unacceptable risk." HK sighed slightly. When situations like this arose, he almost wished that the galaxy would run less efficiently so that he could have his fun with it.